Book 4, Heimdallr
Chapter 11AVXHIU SAT ON THE floor in silent misery, long after the bed grew quiet. She heard his breathing turn to normal, adulterated by an occasional drowsy lament of well-being. Hating him for it, she refused to creep back into bed with these two immoral creatures. Pulling the cushion from under his head, she threw it on the floor for comfort, and waited for the fury settle.
It was midday when she removed the cardboard from the small window and let in the light. It flooded the room. Then she stood by the wall, her mind calmer. The Kid had stolen the bedcovers and lost herself in them. It was a relief. It would take time till she could stand the sight of Rakipe again. She’d never forgive her.
Wallenbergi was so innocent in his nakedness that she stared at him. Why sh
